He Is At the Door
Among the alien mountains,
Within a small valley by the river
She walks gracefully on even rocks
In her huge ethereal gown
That extends down and covers the ground
Trees have their eyes fixed on her
The sun's too, with envious looks
And flowers trying to hold heads high
Why is the valley in delight ?
Clock is ticking... Tik ... tik ... tik
A pack of purple leaves float on the water
A raven just lands on the only door
And croky forgs hides in the dungeons of the floor
The Breeze begins to blow
her tulle, in the air for a show
Somebody is at the door
A knocking well expected
The leaves turn to play trumpet
Muses are in air, stars in her chariot
She runs through mist and fog
And reaches the door
The Oyster is finally opened
Her eyes wide, roses in her skin
He walks in with bright smile
And extends his hand...
Now they are up in the sky
Like two birds...
Above the cliffs...
Diving... soaring high and high...
drinking dew from the clouds
While the valley watches in delight
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Copyright © Paghunda Zahid | Year Posted 2022
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